Rehearsal
Yoo Jae-min is introverted.
Timid, terrible with words, and fiercely proud on top of it.
She’s fine when she’s with people she’s close to—like me—but around complete strangers she barely speaks at all.
Does a girl like that really have any future as an internet streamer?
She seemed to be stewing over it on her own, too. That was why I figured it would take her at least a few weeks before she actually hit the “Go Live” button.
Instead, after only a couple of days, she suddenly announced she was going to try streaming.
“I haven’t even prepped any art yet.”
“I’m just turning it on for now. To get a feel for it.”
“Hmm. Then should I be your manager?”
“……Do whatever.”
Starting it like a rehearsal, huh?
I didn’t have anything else to say, so I just told her fine.
She went into her room to stream.
And this is the result.
Stream title: LCL Master Ranked.
Viewers: four, including me.
Looking at the comp, Flame Blacksmith seems right.
“…….”
I stare at the screen.
A dry, flavorless game feed that matches her dry, flavorless delivery perfectly.
……Is this really it?
On top of that, only one person is even typing in chat.
And that viewer’s entire history looks like this:
“……Yes.”
“……Yes.”
For a full thirty minutes now he’s been doing nothing but cam-parrot duty.
I considered banning him, but with basically zero viewers and no actual insults or sexual harassment, I left him alone for now.
The other viewers aren’t even typing.
Ding.
I glance at the phone that just chimed. Messenger notification. Sender is…… the class rep?
We talked not long ago, but this guy was class president freshman year and somehow ended up doing it again as a junior. Last time he messaged because he had questions about me returning to school. Now he’s the one reaching out first—what’s this about?
End-of-semester party? I’m still on leave. I haven’t even re-enrolled yet.
……I did post it for that reason, but having it come back like this still feels weird.
And this guy isn’t normally the type to latch on and refuse to let go.
Ah, fuck……
That professor…… yeah, he’s exactly the type who would.
When your academic advisor calls, it’s hard to just not show up.
I set the phone down and turn my eyes back to the stream.
Hard to shove out Robot Rascal with Flame Blacksmith. No gank coming?
I’m only Silver, so I don’t really know how Master games work, but even I can tell this one is going badly.
Of course it is. Every lane except the top she’s sitting in is getting completely demolished.
The enemy is on a killing spree!
Fuck……
Yeah…… she’s starting to let the six-letter words fly again.
Maybe I should tell her to end the stream after this game.
Watching our jungle wander bot and get slaughtered alongside the laners while the enemy jungler camps the bush near top, I can tell she’s about to blow.
I close the game window and stand up.
I keep my footsteps quiet and stop in front of the door to the next room.
“Fuckkkk! Is there not a single normal person on this team?!”
……Her shout carries clearly through the door.
She finally exploded.
I slowly open the door and step inside.
“What the hell!”
“Shh!”
“……Fuck.”
She flinches and spits the curse; I hold up the memo I’d typed on my phone.
Finish this game and end it.
“…….”
She looks unhappy about it, but ending here is the right call.
This was a rehearsal stream with zero preparation to begin with. Only three viewers. Better to cut it now.
I stretch out on the bed in her room.
“…….”
Our eyes meet.
Her desk faces the bed, so she can see everything I’m doing.
And what I’m doing is appreciating her lower half.
Right now she’s wearing nothing but a white T-shirt, same as always. Which means that from this angle on the bed, under the desk, her pussy and everything below the waist are on perfect display.
“……Fuck……”
Ah, her face just went red.
She’s started rubbing her thighs together—turned on, then.
Watching those lewd little movements is nice, but it’s a shame her open legs closed up and hid the space between them. If she’d stayed like that a little longer I could have watched the hole getting wet in real time.
Normally by the time I see her pussy it’s already soaked through, so I really wanted to catch the progressive, currently-getting-wet version.
DEFEAT
“Aaaah! Fuckkkkk!”
The defeat announcement rings out and she clutches her head.
The glare she shoots me makes it clear she’s decided the loss is my fault.
“……Stream’s over for today!”
She yells that, fiddles with something to shut the broadcast down, then hurls the mouse aside and stands up.
“Done?”
“Yeah, fucker! Pull your dick out!”
“Ohhh, strong woman.”
She charges straight at me, yanks my underwear clean off in one motion.
“Don’t do this! Stop!”
“Don’t give me that bullshit.”
She growls at my joke, then climbs on and slots my cock straight between her thighs.
“No way—you’re trying sumata in that position?”
“……Yeah.”
“You’re the one moving?”
“……Yeah. I’m doing it!”
The sensation of my cock trapped between fabric and her bare skin.
Looks like she plans to burn off the stress that built up somewhere she couldn’t control by taking the lead herself.
“Alright. Go for it.”
“……Hnn……♥”
Soft friction as her body slowly rises and falls.
Even that alone makes her tremble, but for me it’s a little lacking.
“Close your legs a bit.”
“L-like this? ……Hiiik♥”
I guide her knees forward so her thighs can wrap around my cock properly.
When I grab those thighs and stroke them, her voice shakes.
“Y-you stay still! ……Hup♥ ……Fuck……♥♥”
She braces her arms behind her and struggles to roll her hips.
More than the pleasure itself, the way her lower abdomen twitches in time with the motion, and the sight of those huge breasts bouncing right in front of my face, is incredibly hot.
“Haa……♥ Hihk……♥♥”
Still—her being this aggressive all of a sudden? What’s going on?
Pushback against how passive she’s been until now?
Whatever the reason, watching her cling to me like this is pretty satisfying in its own way.
“Haak……♥♥ Huek……♥♥”
……Whether she’s getting tired or the pleasure is making it hard to keep control of her body, her pace is slowing.
It was just starting to feel good, and now it’s frustrating as hell.
“Jammin, move harder.”
“Eh…u-un……♥♥ ……Hyang…♥♥!”
“Here—I’ll play with your tits too.”
“Hgiik♥♥♥!?”
I feel hot water gush between my legs.
Her thighs clamp tight around my cock; her eyes squeeze shut and she freezes, unable to move.
Same as always—she’s a pathetic little female.
At this rate, am I even going to get to cum today? Was letting her take the lead a mistake?
“Wife.”
“Hhak♥♥ Aaa……♥♥”
“Aigoo……”
“Eh, hehe……♥♥ Haak……♥”
Buried in climax, she can barely answer, yet the second I stroke her hair she gives me that lewd little smile.
She’s half out of it. Time for me to move.
“Jammin, keep the strength in your legs. Got it?”
“Hhe, u-un♥♥ ……Hyaang♥♥♥!?”
Bang!
I snap my hips up hard once and her whole body bounces.
At the same time her upper half starts to topple sideways; I catch her and guide both her arms onto my chest.
“Here. Hold on and hang in there.”
“Hgik♥♥!? Hauaang♥♥♥!?”
Bang! Bang!
She somehow manages to brace, and I find a pretty good rhythm.
Her smooth thighs and lower abdomen, slick with sticky love juice, scrape and stimulate my cock.
“Haang♥♥♥ Hueuut♥♥♥”
I knead both of her breasts while bouncing my hips off the creaking bed’s rebound.
It’s definitely less electric than other positions, but the satisfaction is nowhere near lacking.
“Coming!”
“Hyaaaang♥♥♥♥!”
Byut, byurut!
A fountain of pleasure shoots out through that perfect pressure.
From the head of my cock peeking past her thighs, I feel hot cum spray straight into the inside of her clothes.
Her arms go limp, her body collapses forward, and I feel the cum clinging to her stomach and breasts soak into the thin fabric.
“Hheek♥♥ Hak……♥♥♥”
Inside her climax I sense a subtle limpness that isn’t like usual.
A moan that carries the hollow emptiness of dissatisfaction, like something still isn’t enough.
Having felt that hot breath of hers every single day, I know exactly what it is.
……And I know exactly why.
“Hey, Jammin.”
“……Hue…?”
“Get on all fours.”
“He…?”
Her reaction tells me everything I need to know.
This girl cannot be satisfied when she’s the one on top.
“Hurry up and get down this way. We’re doing more.”
“……He, hehe♥♥”
She’s a true submissive who only feels complete when someone is dominating her.
And the perfect match for me.